Chapter 3910: Training

Primes

"How is he doing?" asked Volsnorth, as he appeared in front of me.

I looked away from the screen and turned to the man.

It had been a month since his seed started, and I thought he would be more worried. Checking progress every week, but it is the first time he has asked for the progress since he began.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was glad to throw his seed at me.

"Good. Best to be honest. His scores are 57% better than a person's close to him," I replied.

"You don't seem much happy about it?" he asked with a smile.

"He had a bit of a disobedience streak. He does not follow the order well and is too confident in his abilities," I replied, and there was no change in Volsnorth.

"His file stated all those things," He said and I couldn't help, but nod.

His files had his psych analysis, and I shouldn't get frustrated seeing him acting that way, but I still wished he would be more obedient.

"I think, he will be good for the mission. He has all the qualities, the mission sensitive as this one requires,"

"Give him a chance, or at least let him complete the training, before making a final decision,"

"Ok," I said and sighed.

...

CLANG CLANG CLANG.

My ax, covered in purple fire, kept hitting the man. Not giving him a chance to launch any attack at all.

Currently, I am not me.

Instead, I am a six-two hulk, with muscles and bald hair human, smiting the enemy with my relentless offensive attacks.

It had been two months since I had been training.

The training was quite eye-opening, and it made me regret not taking the acting classes.

The academy had offered them, and Professor Josephine had asked me to take the classes. Told me, it is effective in infiltration and personification types of missions.

At that time, I wasn't much interested in those missions, nor did I have time.

I was fully focused on inheritance and the Grimms.

I should have, they have helped me tremendously. Not in my world, but in this world where I need to change my face regularly.

There were many flaws in my acting.

I found out that physical changes and even matching the voice aren't enough.

I need to get finer to the expressions and pattern of speech or anyone who knows the person well, enough will be able to tell, that I am not that person.

Till now, I had been lucky, but if I had gone to the mission like I had chosen.

It wouldn't have taken them long to discover me.

Currently, I am fighting, wearing the body of the subject. Using the subject's fighting style and methods.

I had seen the recordings and memories. I studied them alone with my clones and did quite well.

I am always good at copying the fighting style and copying the moves is just moving around the runes. So, I am good at that too.

It is why, the opponent. I am fighting and getting pressed by me, despite being stronger than me.

Stronger than the strength I am showing.

It may look like, I am doing them smoothly since I could use a different fighting style, but I am not.

I am having a hard time.

It is true, that I have been used to using different fighting styles, but all of those fighting styles were fighting. I invested in them. That is not the case for this fighting style.

It belongs to a different person, who had spent decades learning and refining.

Here, I am trying to copy it in the months, which is a great challenge.

The one, I am enjoying more than I should.

This training is giving me the challenges, that I hadn't faced in decades.

They are frustrating, as well as fun.

Even if I didn't get selected for this mission. I would still be happy about the challenges I had faced here and the things, I had learned.

CLANG!

Another strike hit against the elf's great sword, creating a powerful purple blast that sent him flying.

I didn't stop at that and leaped at him with fire at my feet, appearing next to him as he stabilized before attacking him again relentlessly.

The elf is good. The best is among all the people I had fought in the past week, but I am better.

I may be using a fighting style and moves of the subjects, but trained behind them in mind.

If it had even a subject in front of me. I am confident enough that I would have been able to defeat them using their own fighting style.

Seconds passed, and the battle continued.

The elf might not be able to get any attack, but he is frustratingly good at defense. It is likely why they had called him here to spar with me.

Still, I will defeat him.

A minute passed and then another we kept fighting before finally I had the chance.

There were multiple chances before this, but they were suitable for my fighting style, which is much better than this I am using.

I am not saying that because it is mine, but because it is.

This chance suited this fighting style and took it.

BANG!

My timing was perfect, I was able to avoid his sword and crash my ax against his body, sending him flying, till he crashed against the energy screen hard.

"Nine minutes and fourteen seconds. Very good. Your mistakes were also quite few this time," said Oris as she came clapping.

"Thank you," I said to the Lion Beastwoman who had been training me for the past two months.

"We will need to work on the tiny mistakes, once they are finished. I will ok you," she said, and a big smile appeared on my face.

"It wouldn't have been possible, without you," I said and gave a faint bow to the woman.

"Of course. It is because of me; without my help, you would have taken years to reach this stage," she said, patting my shoulder hard.